Chapter 1067 Chapter 1087 Rita Skeeter

I have to admit that the Foundation may be the weirdest organization in the world.

At least in Rita Skeeter's impression, except during mission time, most of the senior officials here do not have the image of being in a position of superiority.

Whether it is "The Hanged Man" Gilderoy Lockhart, "The Hermit" Xenophilius Lovegood, or even the Chief Financial Officer (A-level) Goblin Douglas from Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Destiny Group Field Chief Instructor (Level A) Kurt Meier...

They don't show off at all when they get along on a daily basis. Instead, they are a bit...unexpectedly cordial?

"What do you want to eat? Miss Skeeter."

Xenophilius turned his head and wiped his right hand on his apron and asked.

"Porridge? Waffles? Smoked fish? Ham and eggs? Bread?"

"Just—just a muffin, please, Mr. Lovegood."

Rita Skeeter said slightly cautiously.

Scenes like this are not uncommon in the Wizarding Town of Quibble, but Rita, who is a journalist, is still a little uncomfortable with it.

Even if you put aside your status as a "hermit", as the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler" United Magazine, this is still an extremely dazzling title.

But except for some obscure hallucinations, Xenophilis Lovegood doesn't have any shrewdness or aura that a newspaper owner should have.

Every time he appeared in everyone's house, he seemed more willing to help prepare tea, snacks, simple meals, etc., instead of sitting in the middle of the crowd and talking like Barnabas from the "Daily Prophet" - he He looks more like a mediocre househusband.

However, Rita Skeeter would not look down upon this "ordinary wizard" who seemed to have no sense of existence.

His political metaphors about "reflection monsters" and "harassing flies" led various newspapers and magazines into a new era.

Absurd, profound, catchy but without any basis, this vicious metaphor that satirizes the current affairs of the government is really powerful.

In comparison, the automatic polishing ability of her magic quill pen was too immature and ridiculous. She deeply understood what it meant to be a frog in a well.

Rita not only specially collected quotes about Mr. Lovegood from those issues, she even carried a small notebook with her to record the profound metaphors that Xenophilius inadvertently said in daily life - such as the bent-horned snorkel. , Rainbow Bubble Fish - even if she doesn't understand it, Rita believes that as her knowledge increases, sooner or later she will be able to understand the wonderful artistic conception contained in the words of this once-in-a-century genius media person.

On the other side, Gilderoy Lockhart glanced at Rita, then continued to turn to look at Kurt Meyer.

"You just said that there are any additional procedures for cross-border trials and pursuits of Aurors?"

"Oh... By the way, that's right, you will trigger the avoidance principle because you are also the honorary consultant of ***F..."

Rita was slightly relieved that the two hadn't asked her to join the conversation.

Facing two Major Arcana at the same time, even just sitting at the table, she felt nervous.

Xenophilius Lovegood placed the baked waffles and marmalade in front of her, and Rita ate them uneasily, without much thought to taste the craftsmanship of the Major Arcana - Luo Mr. Fuggood sat down on the other side of her and began to discuss the legend with Tonks seriously. New words kept coming to Rita Skeeter's ears. She really wished she could give the notebook to Tonks. Max helped with the excerpts.

Mr. Lovegood didn't seem to enjoy talking to her, perhaps because of her "passive recruitment" taint.

"...Do I have to go to work today? I might want to take half the day off. I'm so-so-so tired."

Tonks said, letting out another huge yawn.

Sometimes Rita really didn't know how big of a deal this young witch really was.

The person she was communicating with was the highest level of the organization, one of the few supreme beings in the shadows of the magic world.

At this time, she not only yawned, but also talked to herself... If it weren't for the fact that she knew the family background of Miss Tonks in advance, Rita even doubted whether she was a relative of the Destiny Group, with... Only a big backstage person can be so carefree.

"This won't work. At least you have to hold on until this afternoon..."

Kurt Meyer shrugged and said seriously, "Perhaps, I can help you get some refreshing potion. The kind that doesn't smoke."

As the chief field instructor of Tianming Group, Lao Maier is very optimistic about the potential of these two "rookies".

Whether it's Tonks's disguise magus or Rita's beetle animagus, these are talents that are exclusive to them.

Kurt, who has experienced the cruel Wizarding War, is very clear about the importance of these talents. These magical gifts that cannot be obtained through hard work can be said to be the most precious wealth of every force. But the more this happens, the expectations and expectations carried by these children... The pressure becomes even greater.

Although he didn't know what the eldest lady's attitude was, Kurt Meyer knew very well the practices of the "saints" in the past.

If Nymphadora Tonks and Rita Skeeter fail to show satisfactory strength, or even defect, what awaits them may be something crueler than death - their magical abilities are attached to their parents' blood, In times of extreme war, witches and wizards with special talents are a resource. This was also the competition between the Ministry of Magic and Grindelwald of various countries decades ago.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you all the way to the door today."

Kurt Maier paused, grinned and said, pointing to his body.

Tonks then noticed that Mr. Miles was not wearing wizard robes today, but was wearing a pair of thin trousers and an old short jacket.

However, before she could ask, Kurt turned his eyes from her to Rita.

"How do you feel now?"

Rita shrugged, her expression obviously not good.

"Don't be too nervous."

Kurt Meier comforted the newcomer.

"Actually, it's just to send some information. I heard that you were very good at this before."

Rita said nothing.

"The meeting will take place on the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic, seventy-five meters away from the elevator, in Rufus Scrimgeour's office."

Kurt Meier went on to say that, as an Austrian wizard, he was almost more familiar with the structure of the Ministry of Magic than any of its officials.

"Scrimgeour is the director of the Auror Office. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and a group of officials will come to observe. I cannot enter the British Ministry of Magic, but members of our team will meet you at the exit - if an accident occurs If so, we will rescue you."

"Rufus Scrimgeour is fine, Rita."

Tonks said sincerely, "Although he looks a bit fierce, he is fair and a real old-school Auror."

Rita nodded, still unable to think of a word to say.

"You have free rein," Lockhart said suddenly. "It's best to be exaggerated, not too pragmatic, and be relaxed."

Rita nodded again.

"Gringotts Wizarding Bank will handle the overseas cleanup work, but you..."

Douglas said softly, tapping his long fingers on the table, and twitching the corners of his mouth in pain.

"You can tell me everything you know. Gringotts' gold galleons are enough to buy all the story licenses and pay all the compensation that can be measured in monetary terms. The only instruction of the Great Arcana Conference is to, as far as possible, The Ministry of Magic thinks it has a winning chance—"

A chill surged from Rita's heart.

She picked up other meanings from Douglas.

This action is not the decision of a single or several major arcanas, it is the result of a meeting of all the major arcanas.

Just as she feared in her nightmares, this was a trap for today's magical government.

No matter what the future direction of this war will be, as a golden informant, she will not return to the relative safety of the rear in a short time - her greatest possibility is to serve as a spy, constantly providing filtered information until the dust settles. .

This is a journey from which there is no room for retreat once you start.

"Is there anything else you don't understand or have any suggestions?" Gilderoy Lockhart asked finally.

Rita shook her head numbly.

A few years ago, her quill might have exploded with excitement when she heard about Lockhart's dark past.

But if these become links in the plan, calculating against the Ministry of Magic one by one, and become the trigger for the first step in overturning the credibility of a centuries-old magical government, the pleasure and excitement of those revelations will disappear in an instant. It was replaced by the bitter hesitation in my heart.

Kurt looked at his watch, stood up and looked at the two witches.

"I think we should leave now," he said. "It's a little early, but I think rather than hanging around here we might as well set off for the Ministry of Magic now - trying to blend in with the working crowd. It won’t be too conspicuous.”

"Okay." Rita said without thinking and stood up.

"I'll be waiting next to the office, Rita," Tonks said, patting her arm.

"Don't worry," Douglas breathed softly and said softly with a sinister smile, "If you are arrested during the execution of the mission, we will do whatever it takes to rescue you or take revenge - the Destiny Group and Gringotts will always be justice. Don’t have too much psychological burden.”

Rita forced a smile. The uneasiness in her heart only increased.

"Well, I'll have the house elf prepare lunch."

Xenophilius Lovegood said, looking at the ingredients prepared in the kitchen with some regret.

Compared to the witch, these young people were a little too impatient and rushed off without having a full breakfast.

"I guess you may not have a great appetite now, but you will be craving for delicious and hearty dishes when you come back."

"Okay," Rita said, "Well... see you later."

She stood up and followed Kurt and Tonks through the kitchen to the fireplace in the foyer.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank opened the fireplace authority, and they reached Diagon Alley directly through the Floo Network.

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It was just dawn in London.

The sky was gray and chilly.

"Wait a minute, Tonks, if you go to work like this, won't it arouse the suspicion of the Ministry of Magic?"

They pushed open the door of the Leaky Cauldron and came to Charing Cross Road. Rita suddenly thought of a certain question.

"Well, obviously, most people would prefer to Apparate—"

Tonks shrugged and said, observing the office workers on the street with interest, "But I'm not most people. I prefer to use the more traditional method, which allows me to flexibly control my working hours... After all, If it's a phantom migration, then there's no other reason to oversleep..."

"...You are the most outstanding Auror of the new generation in the Ministry of Magic."

Rita raised her eyebrows and said strangely.

"Well, that's the wisdom of an Auror. That's what working at the Ministry is like—"

Tonks said nonchalantly, and then shook her head proudly. Her golden curly hair looked like she was in a good mood.

"Of course, today is different. Because I have work today...you contacted me and claimed that you wanted to expose a shocking dark wizard to the Auror Office and the Ministry of Magic. We'd better follow the formal visitor process, so that everything is safe and secure. It can be checked and recorded.”

Not far behind the two of them, Kurt walked slowly behind them, like a lonely old man who came out to hang out in the morning.

Kurt had one hand in his jacket as he walked, and Rita knew the wand must be in that hand.

They soon arrived in central London, and there was a huge flow of people. Countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases shuttled through the streets.

There are majestic buildings on both sides of the street, and the streets are already busy with traffic in the early morning - Rita has to admit that compared to the lazy life in the magical world, these Muggles can indeed make a huge difference in the pace and efficiency of life. Some wizards are a lot bigger.

As a pure-blood wizard, Rita Skeeter had never seriously looked at Muggle cities.

"Ah, okay, you can watch it all later... this way, Rita."

Before Rita Skeeter could continue to observe the people passing by, Tonks turned around and led her down a side road.

As they walked forward, the buildings on both sides of the street gradually became less majestic and spectacular than before.

Finally they came to a desolate side street with only a few shabby-looking offices, a bistro and a dump truck that was almost overflowing.

Rita Skeeter had never been here before and had expected the Ministry of Magic's welcome gate to be in a much grander place.

"We're here," Tonks said happily, pointing to a shabby red phone box.

Several panes of glass were missing, and there was a wall behind it that had been painted over.

However, as a newly promoted Auror, she really loved this place. After all, every time she was late for work or had problems with the fish, she could explain it away by saying that the welcome gate was crowded or there were problems with the facilities. This was one of the few A secret that only an old man knows.

"Let's go in together, Rita - it might be a little crowded..."

As she spoke, she quickly opened the phone booth door.

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